4/07/2006
Favorite Memories
Since all this moving is going on, I have had some real trips down memory lane. Houses are great "memory cupboards". For example, I loved our old dinky apartment we moved from into this house. It is the first place that we brought Laura Lee home to. Granted it was old and small, but it was just right for us, and I have so many sweet memories of Laura Lee smiling,crawling, and walking. The house we are selling has more memories of course, but I won't bore you all. I will be sad to leave it- just as I am to leave every place we have lived so far-- no matter the size or style of the house. So, it is my turn to initiate a blog memory session. Do you all (all meaning Stubbs, Oscarsons, etc.) have favorite memories of the Bountiful Hills house? (This is the house G&G lived in before the White house by the temple.) What is your favorite memory from that house? What is for favorite memory from the house on Fremont Dr. (the one they are moving from now?)
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I remember being scared out of my wits riding on the big wheels down the street behind the "Bountiful Hills" house. I was going so fast that I bailed out and let the bike zoom past me.
As for the Fremont Rd. house I remember eating, sleeping, and eating some more. I remember getting up at 5 a.m. to go mow in lawns and return home at 2 pm only to crash on the loft couch and read and sleep, then wake up to G-ma's yummy cooking. Oh what a life to live during the summers at the g-parents green.
I remember the big wheels too! Dad would time me and ask challenge me to beat my record each time I came down the hill. I always imagined a vilyn record racing along behind me.
I also remember swinging on the hammock between the peach and apricot trees and climing those trees.
I remember sliding down the stairs on the cushions, Christmas parties, Mike and Peter running crazy, Jason wrestling me to the ground, and not being able to sit on the white couches with blue jeans.
The Freemont House reminds me of BYU weekends with the cousins. I loved the family get-togethers! One of the craziest memories I have is watching Grandma laugh histarically at all of us cousins running after and fighting for easter eggs filled with cash!
I am going to miss sitting with grandpa at the computer and watching the sun go down in the front room. I love those places and the memories made there!
I am glad that we still have grandma and grandpa and a new place to make some more memories.
I found all of you! I'm breaking into your secret club and inviting myself to play here! I love being connected with my favorite people and reading all your thoughts and memories! I have so many memories of Grandma and Grandpa's houses. I remember loving Grandma's house in Bountiful because she used to have a tub of sharp cheddar cheese chunks in the fridge and would let us eat as many as we wanted! I remember chasing various items down the "raging river" in front of their house, climbing the fruit trees, lip synching to Kenny Rogers records in the living room ("You gotta know when to fold 'em...") and seeing all my long-distance cousins.
Fremont Road was my safe-haven from the brutalities of college life, dating life, and all the other horrors of life! I could always find a listening ear, an IBC rootbeer, and cousins. I love that house!
Bountiful Hills Dr house was the last house I moved to with my parents. Mom set my room so close to what it was in St. Louis I actually woke up one night and was confused as to where I was Bountiful or St. Louis. I brought Mark to that house to meet my parents and family. I traveled there from Arizona, California and Idaho. It was a home base, a touch stone.
It moved itself to Fremont Dr and was the same safe haven. Same great place to be around family and the place where more than one of my kids rested and worked their way through college and dating and all the other things of life. It is hard to see the for sale sign up and close down this era. Thanks to MOM and DAD for everything. We love you
Those are all great memories. I love reading what you wrote. I remember the big wheels, too!! In fact, I had a nightmare one time that I was zipping down the hill super-fast on a hot wheel and I couldn't stop! One time, I started to drink the water out of the gutter (the raging river) in front of the Bountiful Hills house. Someone, I don't think it was Gma, kept yelling to me out the window every time my head dipped down, "Don't drink that water!!" I loved the hammock, the trees, the Christmas parties, and her sewing room. I loved the smell of fabric, glue, and sewing machine oil in the sewing room. It was always so interesting to find out what she was making next!
As for the Fremont house, I have funny memories of the egg-hunts in the spring, and just getting together with my cousins to talk! When Rich and I moved to Bountiful, we lived just below them. It was fun to walk up to visit them at the end of the day, especially in the summer. We would come and talk on the back porch for a while. Great memories! Hopefully we will have many more.
When Paul was in the national guard and had 2 weeks of summer camp each year, I would pack up the kids and haul them out to my mom and dad's house on Bountiful Hills Blvd for the duration. I loved eating on the patio, watching the kids climb the apricot trees and work in the garden with Mom. It was mainly Amy, Chip, and Carrie and they never lacked for things to do there--dress-ups galore, big wheels, playing with the neighbor kids (Spencer Bailey and Stephanie whatsername), little wading pools, hammocks, floating boats in the gutter, trips to the zoo and Lagoon, sleeping on the pads in the basement and the memories go on and on! I hardly had time to miss their dad we were so busy and having so much fun! The older kids have many of the same memories, but in shorter doses. It was such a celestial and fun get-away place. Thank you, Mom and Dad!
I remember random things from the old house--chunky dress up jewelry, big wheels, jumping on the tramp with Zaney, eating fruit, cherries drying on her front porch, eating breakfast on the back porch and playing in the hammock. Their current house also brings back food memories. My favorite breakfast is toast with jam and cheese and fresh fruit! IBC and popcorn for the road and them watching us from the top of the front porch coming and going. We have the best grandparents ever!!
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